Poem by Olavo Bilac
Naked, but for love modesty is unfit,
On my mouth I pressed hers.
And, in carnal trembling, she said:
– Lower, my love, I want your kiss!
In the brute unconsciousness of desire
Frenetic, my mouth obeyed,
And her breasts, so rigid I bit,
Making them stir in sweet uprising.
In sighs of infinite enjoyment
She told me, still almost shouting:
– Lower, my love! – in a frenzy.
In her belly I laid my mouth
– Lower, my love! – she said, crazy,
Moralists, forgive! I obeyed...
(Contributed by Rozita on Friday, February 18th, 2011)
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